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Organizing everything because I know I’ll be unable to sleep until I do, I spread out the blanket and make sure the edges are perfect before changing into the soft pajamas. The air doesn’t feel stale despite there not being any windows, and instead everything smells amazing. It’s a light lilac scent that isn’t overpowering, and I wonder how they’re able to keep the rooms and air so clean. The temperature is also perfect.

Turning out the light, I slip underneath the blankets, feeling a small pulse of concern inside of me. I want desperately to ignore Damon, but he’s keeping me awake.

“You’re such a sucker,” I mutter, sending a pulse of reassurance back at him. This blinding sense of relief and calm flows through me the moment I do, making me whimper. It feels so good. There’s safety promised there, and I sob as I turn and hide my face.

I wish things were different. I can’t imagine any future where I end up with them right now, and as sleep pulls me under, I hold tightly to how good Damon feels.

CHAPTER 17

MORRIS

“We have to give her time,” I remind my alphas hoarsely, as we sit at the kitchen table at the rental we found. It’s a little after six in the morning, and none of us are able to sleep for longer than a few hours it seems.

There are three bedrooms in the large apartment, but it still feels like close quarters. We’re nomads in many ways because we move from place to place depending on the job. We don’t have permanent quarters, and make a terrible pack for an omega like Adira.

She’s had too much change as it is already.

“Time sucks,” Jed mutters, drinking his coffee. “We have no way to contact her, and it feels wrong after having her around so much.”

“Unconscious you mean?” Kane snarls. “I’m all about weird kinks, big brother, but she was completely at our mercy. She’s up and pissed and has every reason to be.”

“Adira still isn’t safe,” Damon grunts. “All she needs is one fucking flashback, guys. The little omega is strong as fuck, but everyone has a breaking point.”

“I know,” I sigh. “Omega’s Havenhas resources to help her. We can’t do shit for her. I’m not saying that we should abandon her, because there’s no way I can do that, not now.”

“The little rabbit needs a fucking tracker,” Kane mutters. “Do we know anything about who runs that place?”

“When I was doing a little digging last night, before I went to bed, I found out that the omegas from Pack Mohan and Hayes are the co-founders. They’re going to be doing a charity event in mid February. It’s far enough away that we can plan to attend. Should I see about getting tickets?” I ask.

We’re kind of personas non-grata because of the work that we do for Rock. There are so many hits out on him it’s ridiculous. I’m glad he’s going back to Missouri.

“Might as well,” Jed says, draining his cup. “How are we supposed to get her to understand that we were trying to help in a fucked up way?”

“You don’t,” Damon sighs. “There’s no way she’s going to understand the situation from your point of view. Hell, I don’t understand how this was your best decision. What we can do is kill Dad. I can really get behind that.”

“Think she’ll want to help?” Kane grunts, biting his lip. “I bet the little rabbit would look beautiful covered in blood. Think she’d let me bury my knot in her afterward?”

Jed smacks him over the head before I can, making me smirk. I’m surprised we can still find any kind of common ground. My skin feels raw from the scalding hot shower I took when we got here.

I know it’s a traumatic trigger, because the only thing other than that pain would be to bury my knife deep inside of me and —

“Morris!” Jed yells getting in my face. “Stop. Give me your weapons. No intrusive goddamn thought is going to take you from me. Is that understood?”

Oops.

I forgot about the bond for a second. This is going to take some getting used to.

“Welcome to the club,” Kane says with a smirk. “He’ll know everything now.”

Even Damon rolls his eyes as he stretches.

“Give him your weapons and then tell us what more you know about this place, what security is like, what ties it has to the mafia. It’ll go a long way toward helping me feel settled in her decision,” he growls.

“I don’t have to understand why she’s there, but I do need to respect it. I can feel that she’s not sad, and that’s an improvement over the last three weeks.”

He’s got a point. Pulling my weapons, I push them over to Jed as I get up to find my computer. I can do some basic research and discovery. It’s part of what I do for the guys when we go on hunts, or work for Rock.

Okay, little omega. Take your space, I’ll handle the guys.

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